Cohabiting Husband, Go Find Your Ex-lovers

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Chen Moche didn't expect that he was proposed to marry him by sending text messages. When you come and I talk to each other, the marriage event is finalized.

She even made the wedding rings for the two of them herself, and she didn't have any banquets, but she went back to her aunt and uncle's house for a light meal and brought some wedding candy to the neighborhood.Just like newlyweds in countless teams in thousands of worlds, the two people have a happy and sweet life, except that sometimes, Yan Zhen has too much work.

But with happiness comes the cycle of her nightmares..

"A Zhen, I saw her, I saw Su Mang." There was a twist on the name between his lips and tongue, as if his tongue had been pricked, Chen Moche trembled all over, those who thought they had forgotten the past, those who thought The painful memories that had been buried with the passage of time clearly revolved in front of my eyes again.

"Silent! Silently! Don't scare me." Yan Zhen got up anxiously, holding Chen Moche's head, desperately making her open her eyes and look at herself, wanting her to find her sanity."You just dreamed, just a nightmare!"

"A Zhen, am I wrong, how can I, how can I be so happy, I occupy my sister's house, and now I have my own marriage, but my sister, my sister has nothing, I, I am too selfish Now." Chen Mo curled up in pain, sobbing quietly.

After so many years, the dead have passed away, but the living are still chewing pain indefinitely.

"Silent, why are you so stubborn!" Yan Zhen couldn't stand it anymore, and could not help but turn on the bedside lamp. The eyes of the person with the hot golden light were a bit painful, which made her even forget the dream of just now.

"You don't understand! I, I saw her and Li Sihe together, they, they never meant to repent! And me, how can I be with you?" Chen Moche was full of tears. , The eyes are all unwilling.

Yan Zhen suddenly heard her say this, a little stunned, and didn't know what to say or what to say for a while.

"But silently, what can be done no matter how painful, Chen Motong is dead, he died seven years ago, you have been in pain for seven years, and seven years of tossing, is it not enough? How long will you have to torture yourself? Thinking of your sister, I don't want you to feel so guilty for her." Yan Zhen sighed, and walked along Chen Moche's back, trying to calm her down.

"A Zhen, although my sister is dead, but here," Chen Moche pointed to his heart with red eyes, "Here, there will always be her here, no matter how many years have passed, no matter if anyone remembers that she was here in the future, A short walk in the world, here, I will always remember her."

"Remember once, pain once, why, people who should be punished can live freely and freely, but those who have done nothing wrong have to go to God to confess?" Chen Mozhi seemed to be asking her and it was like asking. I mumbled to myself in general.

The person who needs to tie the bell to untie the bell sighed strictly.

So on a rainy day within a few days, Chen Moche saw the important person at the beginning of all the events, the person whom he hated or remembered, or in any case, the person who had not been forgotten. They finally met.

In a cafe in the city center, Chen Moche looked at the floor-to-ceiling glass on the right hand side, the water droplets snaking hard, the toffee latte in front of him was steaming hot, and the smell was so sweet and greasy. Burrowed into her nostrils.

She always doesn't like to drink sweets, but today she deliberately ordered such a sweet cup of coffee. Life is already too bitter, and the memories of the people who are going to face in the future are also bitter and trembling. If you can't be satisfied, it would be too strict.

"I'm late, sorry." Su Mang said, pulling away the chair opposite Chen Moche and sitting down.She was wearing a goose-yellow knitted skirt, which was close to her figure to outline the beautiful curves of a woman. She also held a coat in her hand, which looked like she took it off when she was hot in the cafe.

"No, I just arrived." Chen Moche only glanced at her and lowered his head, stirring the Toffee latte that had been cold in the bowl.For a long time, without speaking, she had to take a sip from the cup, and suddenly she didn't know what to say.

Chen Moche has thought of the situation where she sat face to face with the "murderer" countless times, and also imagined countless times that she used screaming evidence to force the other party to retreat, or she was so quiet that she listened to the tearful confession of the other person.

However, no matter which kind it is, it will not be like this, two people are like this, no one is ready to speak first.

The coffee that Su Mang ordered came quickly, American style without milk or sugar.

Across the table, Chen Mochen could smell the bitterness in her cup.

"Aren't they suffering?" Chen Moche asked unconsciously as if she hadn't said this sentence.

Su Mang was stunned for a moment, and raised his head to look at her. Chen Moche felt the search in her eyes. Not knowing where the courage and thought came from, Chen Moche also raised his head to meet Su Mang's eyes.

The two girls looked at each other for a long time through the mist that rose slowly through the hot coffee.

Su Mang smiled suddenly, with a shallow helpless smile, "You are very similar to your sister." She said, lowering her head, stirring the American style without stirring.

"It's very bitter and sour, and it has no taste, but there is no way. If you drink sweet and greasy coffee, the dress will not fit in." In her words, because the tone of pity and helplessness is indeed saturated, it will not make people feel abrupt.

"In fact, compared to what you did to your sister, do you know why I must see you?" Chen Moche took a deep breath and inhaled a big bitter and sour American taste.

"Huh?" Su Mang raised his head suspiciously, and saw the girl in front of him with red eyes. Chen Mochen looked ordinary, but those eyes were impressive, exactly the same as her sister's.

"For so many years, you are like a shackle on my head. No matter at home, my uncle will not say anything. He laughs happily every day, but being too deliberately happy just makes me feel more important. There are still aunts who have been like a day for so many years. As long as I see her rickety back, I will force myself to think of these things." Chen Mochen wanted to laugh, and forced a smile, tears fell.

It dripped straight into the coffee cup in front of him, splashing a little coffee.

"I also want to forget, I also want to say that the deceased is the same as the dead, but Su Mang, with so many eyes looking at me, even the kind cousin who died, she also looked at me day and night. The earth was saying in my ear, don’t forget, you can’t forget, why do you live so happy, you have seized everything that should belong to her." Chen Moche became more excited as he spoke, speaking incredibly fast, straight. Pour out all the words in my heart.